The Present Day (March, 2023)
Guts
Your POV
It had only been a few minutes since I called her and yet she's already there. My knight in shining armor. Unlike what I had led Reneé to believe I was in fact not fine and had been throwing up since she left. After embarrassingly stumbling out of that public bathroom I had gone on to throw up again and again until finally collapsing into some bushes. I had been so weak and still throwing up until Chris Briney had found me after leaving the set, apparently due to the shoot being canceled. He had gone on to get very frantic and ask who I could call to come help us out. After a very weak whisper asking him to call Jenna to which he said: "Jenna Ortega? Holy shit!" and then went back on task as soon as I threw up again in the bush. Eventually after being cradled by the movie Aaron Samuels as I waited for my friend to arrive, she does. I was embarrassed to say the least. I had most definitely pulled her out of set. Pulled her out of her new movie. Shit.
"Hey Jenna." I say, smiling weakly before throwing up again.
"Oh my sweet girl." She says before bending and using a tissue to wipe the vomit off of my face. "I'm sorry I took so long-" Long? She took three fucking minutes. Did she get a speeding ticket or something? "I got you some pills and electrolytes."
"I think she may end up throwing it up." Chris points out to which Jenna frowns at him. "Also hey, Chris Briney, big fan." She sighs and attempts to pick me up which she is unable to, considering she is the height of an enchanted dwarf. "Here, I'll do it."
"Thanks." She says slowly and walks to my car as Chris picks me up. They put me in the passenger seat and Jenna immediately puts a cold press to my head. "You're burning up babe." She hands me an electrolyte drink that looks disgusting. "I know it looks like shit." She admits, reading my expression of disgust. "But you're going to need it. I need to take you to the emergency room."
After chugging the electrolyte and taking a few Dramamine to prevent the motion sickness making me want to vomit even more than I already wanted to, I hold my breath in order to prevent myself from throwing up. "Sorry." I mutter as she drives frantically to the nearest hospital.
"What?" She asks softly, not catching what I had said.
"Sorry." I repeat, a little louder. "I know this must have fucked up your shoot schedule so much and I'm just so sorry."
She stops slowly at a red light and brushes my hair out of my face. "Oh Y/N, you don't have to be sorry. You know I'd do anything for you." She flushes and sets her eyes back on the road. "Because you're my best friend of course."
I smile sweetly. I was so lucky to have this wonderful woman as my friend. "Thank you Jenna. You may have just saved my-" I start to say before I grab the bucket that is at my feet and throw up in it as neatly as possible. "Life.." I finish weakly which elicits a chuckle out of her.
I don't get a chance to tell her what happened with Reneé because I'm immediately rushed into the hospital as I continue to throw up even if there seems to be nothing left in me. In my deep state of weakness and vomit, my consciousness starts to drift in and out. And all I'm thinking about is Regina fucking George. I think about how I really thought I had a chance with her. How I really thought she was at my fingertips when really, she was already in someone else's hands. I think about how she saw me today, weak and pathetic not just because of the relentless sickness I was facing but also because of the humiliation. The humiliation of realizing that the love of your life was in fact over you. The humiliation of realizing that her kindness was not because she wanted to pursue you romantically but really because she couldn't help but feel bad for you. The humiliation is realizing that she realized I had mistaken her pity for romance. At least back before we had fixed things, she was the one who had to crawl back to me. Someone I could pretend to hate. But now I had been the one who ended up looking like a fool. I had almost spilled my guts out to her, in order to confess how I felt, confess how I had not stopped thinking about her even after all those years, confess how I wanted to give our relationship a second try, confess how I thought about her, confess that the butterflies and fire she started back in New York still burned inside of my stomach; fed by the delusional firewood that was her smiles and words.
Instead I had literally spilled my entire guts out in front of her. On top of her romantic partner. And then several times in a barely washed public toilet.
Not exactly my finest moment but...well...yeah.
After a while of being in a drowsy state of being I hear Jenna on the phone and all I can make out are a couple of words. Blah blah blah 'you have to be here' blah blah blah 'you'll get fired' blah blah blah. Fuck. Fired? Is this because of me?
I'm too dizzy and the nutrients of the IV haven't kicked in yet so I'm not strong enough to ask what's going on. All I can see with my half open eyes is her make another call, this time on my phone. Blah blah blah 'I need you to come to MLK Jr Hospital' blah blah blah 'take care of her after surgery' blah blah blah 'I don't give a shit Reneé' blah blah blah 'I trust you, even if you're a dick' blah blah blah 'she needs you'. What the fuck? Surgery? Reneé?
Finally, Jenna comes over to my bed and speaks to me. "If you're conscious, blink twice."
"I'm not fucking in a coma." I weakly chuckle which causes me to gag.
"Take it easy. You have appendicitis." Oh shit. "It's not that serious of a surgery, you'll just need a few days to get better. Before you know it, I'll be back." What? Be back? "Reneé's going to take care of you." And almost as if on cue, a certain blonde pops into view.
"Hey Clyde..."
Fuck.
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A/N: I've had appendicitis. Fucking sucks. 0/10, would not try again.
ANYWAYS ENJOY BECAUSE I NEED SLEEP PEOPLE
also regina george x reader fic out now, three parts in
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What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)
RomanceYou and Renee were young and naive and so it ended. But what happens when you are both cast in the same Broadway show --turned movie-- that ignited your love?
